#v:1864

[fatalcatastrophe-blog1]

@badxcenturyxx​

It was Katherine’s second day at the Salvatore’s manor. She walked down the stairs noticing the elder brother, Damon, speaking to one of the stable boys about his horse. “May a lady have a hand, please.” She asked, sweetly. 

“I didn’t want to make a bad impression on your father showing up late for breakfast.” Katherine said, once she had the elder Salvatore brother’s hand in hers. Human food could only keep her true cravings at bay for a short time. “What do you and your brother do when you’re not working around the manor?” The home was beautiful, but she got bored quite easily. Damon intrigued her, and that was a danger he had yet to realize. 

[entereternalstud]

1864

"I'm--I'm sorry I didn't mean to look."

[positivelygifted-archive-blog]

1864 || invitis

Elijah sat in the arm chair in the living room of the Salvatore Plantation house. His violin resting under his chin, partially on his shoulder, he played it elegantly, one of the most difficult musical pieces - entirely from memory. Giuseppe Salvatore along with Johnathan Gilbert and other founding family  leaders sat around and watched as he played. None of them knew he was a vampire, not that it matter. Elijah couldn't exactly be taken down by anything any of these men had on them.

He closed his eyes, and played for as long as they asked. He was a guest in the Salvatore home, as the slaves were just finishing building his plantation down the road. His home would be done within the next few days, but Giuseppe was kind enough to offer him housing until the slaves completed the interior of the house, and all his furniture was made and set.

As the men dispersed, Elijah relaxed in his chair and chatted with Giuseppe quietly in front of the fire. Finally, Giuseppe opted to retire to his room. Elijah bid him a goodnight then lifted his violin and went back to playing a soft, whimsical song.

[bewitchedbonnie]

1864 {Bonnie, Katherine and Damon.}

She could feel a pull, something that was leading her forward. Not where Jeremy was going but the opposite way. Down to a small archway of rocks. Covering a black hole in the caves wall. Bonnie ran her fingers over the edge, each jut of the rocks surface embedded in her hands as the magic thrummed of the walls and wrapped itself around her. Jeremy long forgotten, Silas gone from the recess of her mind. The cure was something of a dream as she took one step after another. Instantly a waft of cold air stifled around Bonnie's body. Pulling, Pushing. It was like thousands of hands were grasping onto every available place on her body. The wind only got stronger as she pushed further into the dark space. Just as she was about to step forward, a rip pulled at her stomach until she felt the muscles clench in pain. Her head began to spin until she thought she would collapse. The ground beneath her seemed to disappear as her Emerald eyes snapped open. A piercing sound burned her eardrum, only when her body landed on the ground. Her hip took the blunt of her fall. Did Bonnie realise that the sound was her own screams. Her left arm seared in pain as her blurry eyes began to sting with unshed tears. Just as Bonnie was about to gather herself to her feet. Two young boys flew out of the doors, a football in hand. Soon followed by a girl that had the strangest of dresses on.